going to Fell's Point
in Baltimore
one year.
i told her seven o'clock.
she was making dinner,
i was bringing
the wine.
i took the wrong exit
and started
back across the bridge
again past
the glowing
Domino Sugar sign.
finally
i arrived
and she put out a plate
for me.
the strip of salmon
more dried
than any fish i'd ever
seen.
delicious i said, and
poured the wine.
it was almost nine.
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